Future

Shakespeare wrote of the future-
“an undiscovered country”. I see,
bounding together
new rituals and
their meaning, which
will anchor along
a journey,
where souls squeal
in delight, and life
no longer vacant, thrives.

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I Don’t Need You

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Security,
I’m envious,
of the breathing,
you do effortlessly,
right in front of me.
Day in and day out,
I recall,
humming and sweet contentment,
out of you, which I now loathe, completely.
Stop knocking at my door,
taunting me and then,
running away.

Discovery

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Anticipating success,
I’d bring you here,
Sit you down,
Then ask you to relax.
Calmly,
I’d teach,
Your hand,
How to be,
Near me.
Inhaling,
Slowly guiding,
Finger tips,
Towards the place,
I’ve needed,
You to respond to,
And grown tired of,
Waiting for…
Exhaling,
At your touch,
As your fingers,
Slowly weave,
With mine.
Sighing,
Allowing you,
To explore,
My warmth,
By finally,
Holding hands.